It's been a crazy year. I've been blogging a lot about cancer and very little about art.
Here is a recent image completed a few days prior to my last surgery on September 18th. The surgery marked the tenth month in a breast cancer journey. I chose to paint this silly little colorful guy because it has nothing to do with anything serious! I was able to lose myself in the paint and colors. This guy was my pre-surgery art therapy!
Hello.
I'm a intuitive artist inspired by and confused by life. By combining art and meditation with a flow-of-consiousness style, my process becomes an vision quest and an escape into a world of symbols and color. I stop here occasionally to unravel my mind.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Springing forward with hope and new artwork
Spring Forward,
2012, acrylic on canvas, 12x12
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I hosted an art gathering yesterday. Invited some artists-girlfriends over for an evening of painting together. It's like having a "gym buddy"-- if someone else shows up, you can't talk yourself out of doing it.
I think this life-affirming piece is a result of the strength and energy and hope I am receiving right now from people in my life who care.
We are all connected.
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Road Ahead
From my sketchbook....
The Road Ahead
Ink drawing
2012
Sketched 7 days after surgery... holding an hourglass sand timer.... waiting to heal enough to continue to next treatment along the way.
This sketch will most likely end up in a final painting and/or mixedmedia piece.
The Road Ahead
Ink drawing
2012
Sketched 7 days after surgery... holding an hourglass sand timer.... waiting to heal enough to continue to next treatment along the way.
This sketch will most likely end up in a final painting and/or mixedmedia piece.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
New Art - January 2012
Acrylic on wood, 2012
From the beginning, it felt like being inducted to the Cancer Club.
A club no one chooses, no one knows how they end up there, and it's never short on new memberships.
Tonight, I needed some "in yo face" art therapy. There are no sophisticated subtleties in this one.
BTW, the "people" in the club are amazing and without them I would be lost. It's the "cancer" in the club that this piece is directed toward.
I'm documenting my journey from diagnosis to treatment and onward here: fleeting glances: a moment. a day. a year. a life.
A club no one chooses, no one knows how they end up there, and it's never short on new memberships.
Tonight, I needed some "in yo face" art therapy. There are no sophisticated subtleties in this one.
BTW, the "people" in the club are amazing and without them I would be lost. It's the "cancer" in the club that this piece is directed toward.
I'm documenting my journey from diagnosis to treatment and onward here: fleeting glances: a moment. a day. a year. a life.
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